★★★★

“This is a campy and silly way to spend an evening, but feels festive and fun”

This is a rollicking rollercoaster of a panto. Written by Will Brenton and directed by Clive Rowe (who also stars) it remains true to the classic traditions while feeling decidedly fresh and joyously fun. There are many old favourites, with the audience prepped to shout out ‘he’s behind you’ and ‘wakey-wakey’ at every opportunity, but it never feels tired or obvious (well, no more than a panto should).

The story of Dick Whittington is a pantomime staple, though it is a little convoluted. For those who don’t know, Dick heads for London, is gifted a magic talking cat by the Fairy Bowbells and arrives to a city not paved with gold, but beset by rats. He gets a job, falls in love and his cat chases away the rats. Then he and the gang head off to sea, in search of goods to sell and riches to be made. When they arrive back in London, Dick becomes Mayor and they all live happily ever after.

The plot is not really important. The show is about the musical numbers, dancing and groan-worthy puns. Kandaka Moore, as Dick, and Aryana Ramkhalawon as Alice, valiantly perform their more serious plot line. They showcase their beautiful vocals and carry the show’s message, which is the importance of striving for your dreams. It’s nice to have a woman playing Dick, and makes their storyline feel more modern, as it matters less that Alice is a slightly undeveloped love interest. Their romance is sweet and provides an emotional note to offset the silliness.

Graham MacDuff is fabulous as the deliciously evil rat king, dressed as a steampunk with a tail. He rocks out to remixes of Backstreet Boys and Chappell Roan, just some of the exquisitely playful music from Steven Edis. It’s delightfully silly.

Kat B is excellent as Tommy the Cat, especially during his solo, where black light and neon puppets are used to produce the most incredible effect of floating under the sea. It is a sudden and startlingly beautiful piece of direction.

However, the unquestionable star is Clive Rowe as Sarah the Cook. He commands the stage with cheekiness and flair, toeing the line perfectly between naughty and family friendly. Everyone in the audience, regardless of age, is eating out of his hand. He’s particularly joyous with Hackney panto staple Tony Timberlake, where they have a chance to play off each other and improv a little. Rowe’s musical numbers are rich and boppy, his puns awful but wonderful and his stage presence is unparalleled.

He wouldn’t be the star he is, however, without costume designer Cleo Pettitt. Each costume change is more outlandish and higher concept than the last – some favourites include a cash register, a pepper grinder and an entire cruise ship.

The supporting cast all ooze with panto giddiness, especially in dance numbers by choreographer Shay Barclay. Jemima Dawes and Alfie Simmons are particularly fun as cartoonish rat villains. Particular ensemble standouts are Olivia Kate Holding’s crystal-clear vocals, showcased in a short solo, and Fraser Stewart who gives every dance number 120% energy. Also, the Hackney Empire Young Ensemble who play the rat chorus and villagers are charming and adorable.

This is a campy and silly way to spend an evening, but feels festive and fun. It’s not stuck in the past and is a great night out for the whole family.

HOMO ALONE

The Other Palace

★★★

“The four-person cast was wonderful: consistently strong, committed, and just generally vibesy”

Homo Alone, a Christmas show performing at The Other Palace’s Studio, is, shockingly, an adaptation of the cult classic film Home Alone, but just very gay.

It seems surplus to requirement to summarise the main plot points of the show because you’d be frankly unhinged to have seen this without having already seen the film. And yet: Kevin McAllister (Elliott Evans) is 8 and yet rampantly wrestling with his sexuality – I say ‘rampantly wrestling’ not so much because he is at war with internalised homophobia, but more because he is a very highly sexed 8-year-old. Family dysfunction sees Kevin alone over Christmas, and all hell breaks loose. Look up the film if you need more plot summary.

Written by Jodie Prenger and Bobby Delaney, and directed by Alex Jackson, Homo Alone was an uproarious success with the audience. Their hysterical laughter was an almost constant underscoring. For me, much of the humour felt akin to being wacked in the face by a silicone dildo: not very subtle and largely penis related. Of course, humour is subjective, but constant gags (literally) about the human body and scatological – or scatological adjacent – comedy is really my very least favourite. And it abounded.

Despite this, when other brands of comedy were used, there was much success, especially when the piece leant on absurdism and self-effacing, meta-theatrical commentary. The four-person cast was wonderful: consistently strong, committed, and just generally vibesy – with great singing voices, to boot. Yet, a couple of choices were a misstep: predominantly, the eking out of Catherine O’Hara’s CV. In this adaptation, Kate (Allie Dart) clones Moira Rose (of Schitt’s Creek renown). This was amusing a couple of times, but in the absence of O’Hara, quickly loses its charm. Still, all four actors multi-roled with great finesse – I especially enjoyed Steph Asamoah’s chameleonic switches, from Buzz, to gay air steward Francois, to Celine Dion. And the bird lady from Home Alone 2: this was a real highlight.

Set design (Louie Whitemore) was slick and effective: the neighbouring houses bordering the top of the stage like little pop-up figures was a lovely touch. Many of these auxiliary elements were, in fact, very slick, and when they weren’t, compensation was made through slicker improvisation and poorly stifled giggles.

Such improvisation and poorly stifled giggles were, perhaps, the highlight of the show. Though humour was its focus, the funniest moments – at least for me – were when the cast were confronted with the sheer ridiculousness of the show (a frequent occurrence) and contorted themselves with suppressed laughter. Whilst this was very enjoyable, unplanned moments of silliness generally shouldn’t be the standout hilarity of a show founded upon its silly humour.

One thing I’ve been pondering over is whether the constraints of adaptation weakened the production. Whilst the content of Home Alone is great material for pastiche and adaptation, the plot points this show had to cover and manipulate made it drag somewhat. It was as if they were obligatory but a nuisance, quickly ticked off the theatrical to-do list so they could get back to the singing, dildo wielding, and Moira-impersonating. Good for a Christmas giggle or two, but not the finest seasonal show out there.

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DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT

★★★★

Hackney Empire

DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT

Hackney Empire

★★★★

“This is a campy and silly way to spend an evening, but feels festive and fun”

DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT at Hackney Empire

Reviewed on 5th December 2024

by Auriol Reddaway

Photography by Mark Senior

Previously reviewed at this venue:

ALADDIN | ★★★★ | November 2023

DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT

DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT

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HOMO ALONE

★★★

The Other Palace

HOMO ALONE

The Other Palace

★★★

“The four-person cast was wonderful: consistently strong, committed, and just generally vibesy”

HOMO ALONE at The Other Palace

Reviewed on 4th December 2024

by Violet Howson

Photography by Mark Senior

Previously reviewed at this venue:

JULIE: THE MUSICAL | ★★½ | June 2024

CRUEL INTENTIONS: THE 90s MUSICAL | ★★★★ | January 2024

A VERY VERY BAD CINDERELLA | ★★★★ | December 2023

TROMPE L’OEIL | ★★★ | September 2023

DOM – THE PLAY | ★★★★ | February 2023

GHOSTED – ANOTHER F**KING CHRISTMAS CAROL | ★★★★★ | December 2022

GLORY RIDE | ★★★ | November 2022

MILLENNIALS | ★★★ | July 2022

HOMO ALONE

HOMO ALONE

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